Archive for February 21st, 2008

The Cookie Man is a liar. No surprise. I ended up just getting my hot chocolate, opting not to put my trust in a man’s baked goods if he couldn’t even win the followings of his co-workers.

Not feeling well this morning and must keep this short. So, tell me a story about cookies. Go on.

Cause it’s 5 o’clock, the hour stops the sunlight,
the buildings shade the masquerade and kill time,
here we’re nothin more than fools and whores and sad highs,
through the summer sand, we’re living in a wasteland
– “Wasteland” by Augustana